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Breaking

You him up, brush him off, wipe his tears, hug his cheers. Then one day, all too soon, this
boy stands up and confidently speaks words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I wonder where
he learned words, a knowing parent proudly smiles; For now God controls his future miles.
A boy, almost man, proudly wears his new wings as he his C130 to Afghanistan. A parent
waves a weak-kneed good-bye too for words, I can not lie.
Minutes hours, days become years and months an eternity. An occasional satellite call
from the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few minutes spent creates
a light.
The flicker the computer monitor dances on the ceiling; oh, it must be 3 am again, what a
feeling. Get up to check for breaking 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And I'll bet I'm
not the only Dad.
What's I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much detail; I'll have to wait. No sleep tonight -
it would be late. A Texas based plane misses the airdrop zone; no one knows why; no one
blames. The splash down in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy heart the
commander must retrieve those pallets; we must all act.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one brave young girl,
someone's daughter. four brave heroes depart on their fateful mission. Rapidly swept
downstream, too far to have known. crossed that invisible line where the hostility has
grown. Gunfire rings out; all are wounded; rescue needed; Secure that area with extreme
caution More gunfire and several combatants are lost; all enemy insurgents - their
ultimate cost. The commander announces a mission; retrieve our wounded and get them
safe. Get in get use the quickest route.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. young boys, almost men; prepare their C130 to fly across
that invisible line. Loaded with nurses, medics and forces too, they land on a newly
acquired airstrip, everywhere for a clue.
Load up the three young boys, almost men and one brave girl, someone's daughter.
Job well done; God's speed out; come on - hurry the pace- the pressure is on, it's a life
race.
But the master is sometimes mystifying; all four wounded heroes lose their battle for life.
Their bodies land fine and heroes they are; But God their soles on a journey afar
This C130 crew, now strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas den; And on the
you hear - can't tell you anything Dad - but check the news. We are all safe; all our crews
But four sets of parents got that horrific news. And it occurred to me how much too must
hate Breaking News.
God our Heroes

by Jim Portale, Sr May 2010
In honor of our men & women serving their country past, and future